"You can be whoever you want. It's your own gem." Blue murmurs.

It was Era Two, and lights shimmered all around you five. You were a new gem it seemed. Your form was stuck inside of your gem, and it seemed you hadn't made your physical form yet. The diamonds all watched, Yellow's eyes critical. Blue's eyes were soft as she stared. White diamond said nothing as a impossibly sharp nail tapped against her white throne.

"This is incredible. Will she have a pearl? What colony will she command?" Pink diamond asks, her poofy pink hair blowing faintly in the wind of Homeworld.

"Quiet, Pink." Yellow snapped. "She needs to hurry up and form. I've got much better things to do." She mutters. Your gem glowed faintly in the white wall, still trying to figure itself out. "How much longer is this going to-" Yellow starts, but White snapped her fingers. "That's enough." She says, her perfect smile not fading. "We just need to be patient. And even if it takes a few hundred years; we, you, won't be moving a muscle." Her voice is calm. Monotone.

Blue Diamond looked at her pearl, before her eyes snapped to Pink Diamond. "Pink. Where is your pearl?" She asks. Her voice is devoid of anger, but the authority in her soft voice is unmistakable. Pink stepped forward. "Well, I um. I told her to stay in my room. I didn't think this was important enough to-" Yellow Diamond cuts her off with a scoff. "And you said I'm being rough with this. At least I know where my pearl is." Yellow hums, smirking.

Your gem began to glow, your form materializing. Everyone pauses. It's finally happening.